Sometime around twenty-four hundred
And eighty-one years ago, summer
In the northern hemisphere, Xerxes,
King of kings, Emperor of Persia,
The largest empire the world had seen,
Was killed by his son. That's how it goes.
You're a god until your kid kills you.
Then you're five or six feet of remains,
Rapidly dwindling, bones of a name.
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